"Huh? The fuck do you mean by they are all dead?" An old man sitting on a throne shouted in rage and the elders who seated beneath him flinched in fear. He is the Sect Master of the Stormweaver sect, Lang Jian.
An elder spoke with his head bowed "W-We don't know what happened inside the Ancient Ruins and the Golden Flame Sect have also lost some of their men."
"What we heard from our spy in the Golden Flame Sect was that there was a cultivator with the Sect Master of the Lunar Blossom Pavilion and as they intervened, the Golden Flame Sect elder escaped using that commotion."
"During that chaos, they also failed to clearly look at that cultivator's face."
"Ling Xin?" Lang Jian squinted his eyes as his gaze darted over the elders seated opposite him and found one of them missing "Where is Teng Zen?"